In this chaptuh, I will fill you vocabulary with Italian swear words! Don't worry, I will update the chapters with non English words so they have translations at the end of the chapter. Sorry about that. Also, after seeing OPERATION UNDERCOVER, I've decided to disregard that episode for this story, as I had already made Helmet dude someone else. It was a good episode, it just ruined what I thought of Lenny/John was. At any rate, I will continue to use John as the Helmet dude for one more fanfic, as I have already made an outline. Sorry if this pisses anyone off. If people flame me for this, I will disregard you, because in not retaliating to your insults, that would make me a better person, wouldn't it? Well, thanks to all those who actually read above this line, for listening to my tangent, and without further ado, chaptuh Onesy Three.
"I'll give you one chance to run, though it doesn't matter, I'll hunt you down like dogs." Giovanni sneered. He was standing atop a sculpture of an male angel with it's arms extended, like it was basking in the sunlight of the skylight above it. Giovanni was perched on the bare muscular white marble shoulders. His arms were folded, he seemed unarmed.
"You've got a lot of nerve talking to us like that! All right team, Battle stations!" Numbuh One yelled. The team charged for the angel, but were knocked flying. The five were dazed, but the Delightful Children recovered quickly, and got into animal forms of kung fu. Andy was in a cat stance while Anne was in a mantis stance. Spankalot had thrown them using a psychic force.
"Time for you brats to pay your dues!" the count said, charging for them. The team all separated to dodge the attack. With Numbuh One and Numbuh Two veering to the left and Numbuh Three and and Anne going to the right, Andy jumped into the air and kangaroo kicked the count in the face. Spankalot used his psychic force to grab Andy and chucked him into a mobile. He was tangled in the mess, trying to get free.
"Leave my brother alone, you big bully!" Anne yelled as he tackled the vampire in the side, with Numbuh Two sandwiching him on the other. The wind flew out of Count Spankalot so quickly that he swore that he literally saw stars. He collapsed.
"Yeah, Go fat people." Numbuh Two said, as the two gave each other high fives.
Numbuh One savored the look on Giovanni's face, that of disgust, anger, and disappointment, "Cane Dio.." Giovanni said.
"Ready to surrender?" Numbuh One said arrogantly. Giovanni's narrowed eyes were glittering with hatred, his lips curled, showing his prominent canine teeth, giving him the appearance of a young vampire.
"Baciami il culo." he spat.
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Like his second in command, Mikey was perhaps thinking of plenty of Italian cuss words at the moment. Ben's team proved to be too much for the cumbersome Big Brother, he simply couldn't keep up. The behemoth fell to the ground.
"Gran' disgraziato" he muttered, waiting for the loading sequence of one of his latest creations. With one last button, he turned off a switch, locking the controls, and then placed it on the highest point of the whole playground, the flag atop the crows nest where he stood. Snickering to himself, he climbed down and left without any notice.
Ben gloated," Ha! Too easy." His tie and collar were undone, as was his shirt, and his jacket was open.
"You're right, this was too easy..." Numbuh Five said, arms folded. John knew that when Numbuh Five said something was too easy, she was usually right.
Today was no exception, as the ground under their feet trembled and shook. Then a black blur shot out of the ground and flew into air in a streak of color and sound. The team looked into the sky, only to be blinding with the sun in their eyes. Luckily, they all had the sense to get out of the thing's shadow. The team had it circled now, it was jet black, made of metal, and its black eyes turned red. It resembled a Japanese dragon, with swept back horns, three toes per foot, live wire cables for hair and goatee. It was covered in spiky armor, about fifteen feet long, and it's fan tail ended in a blazing fire. It reared up on its back legs and let out a mechanical roar.
"Wait, let me say it, this was just too easy!" John said, eyes wide with fear, backing away along with everyone else.
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The other team had Giovanni surrounded, all were focusing their various 2X4 technology at him. Numbuh Two had grabbed them after knocking Count Spankalot to the floor. Giovanni gave no indication of fear, anger, disappointment, or anything as the red laser targets danced on his face and chest as the various agents hands shook with inexperience, or adrenaline. Giovanni's head was level, so he had to look down on his potential assassins or captors.
"You are all truly moronic." he said simply as he unfolded his arms, revealing that he was holding onto a small, almost flat control panel resembling a pocket metronome. He pressed a few buttons on the control panel of some sort. His blanks expression's only flaw was a slight frown. Suddenly the other sculptures began to move. They grinned and cracked as they moved for the first time. Giovanni smiled wickedly, his eyes shining with the thought of severely beating his enemies. He jumped off his angel, and rebounded against the walls before landing on the balcony above them as the angel he stood on also came to life. He peered over the edge, smiling at the imminent destruction of his enemies.
"All right team, nothing we can't handle..." Numbuh One said, lowering his weapon on the angel approaching him.
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Clover O'Donnal stood waiting on a corner, right beside the power grid for the whole neighborhood. It was a large metal box about the same size as she. She leaned up against it, waiting for orders. A call came from her cell phone, playing Ode to Joy. It was Mikey.
"Go, my dear." He said. She pried open the box with a crowbar, being careful to only touch the outside metal covering, not the metal inside. Looking at all the wires, she found the street address of the KND Tree House. She pulled out the wire, snapped the door shut, and left for Sticky Beard's ship.
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It was Spyder's turn now, the power to the tree house was down, so sneaking in was even easier then before. The fact that Numbuh Two's room was an open hanger made this even easier. Spyder was wearing his gray backpack, his swords being secure to his back. The DeathStrike had to be somewhere around here, so where was it? Spyder thought. He found crumpled in a corner, looking rather pathetic. There were data readouts and wires attached to the less then intimidating scorpion. No repairs or attempts at repairs had been done, though. Looking inside, the cockpit looked relatively unchanged, beside battle damages he had endured about a week ago. He jumped into the cockpit, and located a panel, where tubes were supposed to go, and removed the empty vials. Sighing, he took out a syringe full of a metallic translucent purple liquid, and jammed it into the controls. The liquid was sucked into the machine monster, and a monitor showed cryptic readings.
"I hate this part." Spyder said, as a needled syringe filled with the purple chemical attached to a wire embedded itself in his back. He bit the inside of his cheek to make sure he made no sound, his eyes snapped shut in pain. The pain lasted only momentarily, as the drug was already taking effect. Wires encased the assassin, and he was in control of the DeathStrike. None of the weapons were working, but it could at least walk. The communications were still online, so he called Clover.
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Clover got yet another call on her cellphone. This time it was Spyder, sounding rather demonic.
"Clover....I got the Deathstrike. How is everything going?" he said, his voice sending shivers up the Irish lass's spine.
"I killed the feckn' pow'a. I'm guessing ya got tha DeathStrike. Giovanni an' Mikey must be still fecken with those fuckers." Clover said, her dog, Zepplin following her. Zepplin was a golden retriever that was very well trained. It followed her wherever she went.
"Wait, Clover, The Deathstrike can barely move, I need transportation. Please." he rasped on the other line.
"The feck ya wan' me ta do?! I'll bring my bike, hows zat?" She said sarcastically.
"Very funny, look, just get Destructo Dad to bring a car around or something..."
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Cree was feeling better. The power was out on the tree house. What luck! He rode her modified space bike thing to the tree house, only to find that a downed demonic scorpion already had that underway. It might had looked intimidating, but it likely couldn't have hurt a kitten. Cree had to object.
"What are you doin'?! That piece of junk can't hurt nothin'!" she yelled.
Hey, it's Cree. Spyder thought, but the mech he was piloting had a much more murderous idea in mind. Spyder disconnected himself from the ruined Deathstrike and landed before Cree, his twin katanas brandished. Although he was disconnected from the Deathstrike, it still possessed him, using him as its vessel for destruction.
Cree didn't like this kid, he was so different from when she first met him with that redhead. Now he looked like a god damned maniac. Spyder tried to slash her head off, but luckily, her reaction time was just as good as his, and she blocked with her double headed spear. The duel of these two assassins would have shamed the Jedi and sith. With evey slash and stab one took, it was blocked and countered by the opponent. Cree held both swords at bay with her spear, and the battle paused just long enough the see Spyder's eyes as his sunglasses slid down his nose. His eyes were Asian, dark brown, and she swore she saw something dark and metallic dance in his eyes. She threw him off and slashed for the stomach, but Spyder jumped back last second and she only managed a light flesh wound and tearing his shirt. Dark red blood from the veins oozed from his stomach. With the adrenaline and purple poison coursing through his veins, he parried her spear with one sword and came around with a slash with the other. Cree's armor saved her then, as he only managed to rip a plate of shoulder armor off and skin her shoulder, bringing stinging pain to Father's assassin. She was so well trained that she didn't cringe. She screamed and surprised Spyder enough to slam the side of her spear into his arm, crushing, or at least stunning it.
All right, here's the glossery, potty mouths,
Cane Dio = God damn, literally, God Dog
Baciami il culo = kiss my ass
Gran' disgraziato = Big disgrace
Now you can all insult your freinds, family, and anyone else you know in Italian, you dorks. So, until the next chaptuh, make sure the pandas don't get you. I'd have a hard time writing if I had no one to write for.